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Intro When I cast my vote in November, 2020, I have an important objective; one that I believe is best for this country. And, since it’s my vote, I get to decide what it means. Others may (and most likely will) infer their own meaning, but as the one casting
I don’t pretend to be a poet. In fact, I’ve never set my pen to poetry before this venture. When our first grandson was born almost 9 years ago, I wrote the first verse. Now that we have three grandsons, I feel compelled to expand on it. And so, what follows
What follows is advice I gave when someone asked how I handled my anger. I don’t pretend to have it all together in this arena and certainly do fail periodically in keeping my anger under control. But, over the years, I have gleaned some wisdom and have learned a few
about religion? The short answer is “But of course!” After all, there is only so much control one can have over another person, even little persons biologically related. Some may conclude that any answer to this question is above their paid grade. As for me, I’m not a psychologist nor
I’ve been a member of the Evangelical Theological Society since 1994 and I could not agree more in principle and in detail with all that is said by Stan Gundry’s “Whence and Whither ETS?: An Open Letter to the Members of the Evangelical Theological Society.” Dr. Gundry is a model
Vincent Van Gogh is a man for whom Proverbs 14:10 was written. “Each heart knows its own bitterness and no one else can share its joy.” We all “suffer for our sanity,” but I suspect Van Gogh suffered more than many. Of all the impressionists, Monet, Degas, Renoir, Cézanne and
Today marks the 61st year that I’ve been given on this fine planet earth. Yet it is not the most significant of birth days. There is another. Thirty eight years ago, by the grace and goodness of God, Christ lovingly called me to be his disciple and enter into a thrilling,
Each heart knows its own bitterness, and no one else can share its joy. — Proverbs 14:10 Reflections on a Proverbial Saying Many years ago, when watching a movie at a theater with my wife, the storyline peaked with the bitter and prolonged weeping of a man who tragically lost
Dear God, Be with this child, be with his soul. Make him Yours, fulfilled and whole. And when he strays, do bend his knee, To seek Your face, his all in Thee.
Today marks the 60th year that I’ve been given on this fine planet earth. Yet it is not the most significant of birthdays. There is another. Thirty seven years ago, by the grace and goodness of God, Christ lovingly called me to be his disciple and enter into a thrilling,